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My little story on my horse Butterfly
When I was little girl, I didn't live with my parents. I lived with my brother Robert and his dad, or my Nino Joe. We were in Georgia and he had a little farm with one cow (Josey), five chickens (Anna, Hellen, JoeJoe, Cluckers, and Ace), two ducks (Amber and Fred), and one bull (Rojo). I was happy that I was one of those farm girls in the books. I always read those books, but something always bugged me about the farm. We were missing a horse. One, I only wanted one, atleast one to complete our farm.
I had told my nino and he smiled at me and patted my had. He had said yes and then the next morning, we went to a sattle, to go horse shopping. We saw some many horses, I saw the little brown one in the corner, eating some hay. I was on my ninos shoulders and pointed at the horse in the corner. I started to jump on his shoulders and i felt my little braids hitting my back as I smiled big. My nino bought the horse and they took it to the house. When it got here, they said it was a girl, so I got to name her. My brother Robert wanted to name Lucy, but I suggested Butterfly. I chose that name, cause of the little mark on the back of her neck, it looked like a Butterfly. She has lived at our house for many years and I always got the chance to ride and play with her. But when I was seven years old, I got to go to California and live with my mom and dad. It was hard say 'Good-Bye' to everyone and the said it was hard to 'Bye to the little farmers Neace' I laughed with tears in my eyes, but when I got to Cali. I got a call, say, "Butterfly was in the barn, lying there ever since you left. She won't eat or move, then hours later, Juana, Butterfly died. . . " It was a silent moment, then I burst into tears. ButterFly was the best horse that anyone could have and I still wish that I can ride her again. She lived to be 15 years old and I loved her like a sister. We have her in ashes and they sent me the jar. Left in another farm across the street from my new home, it was pratically a farm as well, so I left it there. Till the fire came and destroyed everything, and that was only thing I had left of her.
I had told my nino and he smiled at me and patted my had. He had said yes and then the next morning, we went to a sattle, to go horse shopping. We saw some many horses, I saw the little brown one in the corner, eating some hay. I was on my ninos shoulders and pointed at the horse in the corner. I started to jump on his shoulders and i felt my little braids hitting my back as I smiled big. My nino bought the horse and they took it to the house. When it got here, they said it was a girl, so I got to name her. My brother Robert wanted to name Lucy, but I suggested Butterfly. I chose that name, cause of the little mark on the back of her neck, it looked like a Butterfly. She has lived at our house for many years and I always got the chance to ride and play with her. But when I was seven years old, I got to go to California and live with my mom and dad. It was hard say 'Good-Bye' to everyone and the said it was hard to 'Bye to the little farmers Neace' I laughed with tears in my eyes, but when I got to Cali. I got a call, say, "Butterfly was in the barn, lying there ever since you left. She won't eat or move, then hours later, Juana, Butterfly died. . . " It was a silent moment, then I burst into tears. ButterFly was the best horse that anyone could have and I still wish that I can ride her again. She lived to be 15 years old and I loved her like a sister. We have her in ashes and they sent me the jar. Left in another farm across the street from my new home, it was pratically a farm as well, so I left it there. Till the fire came and destroyed everything, and that was only thing I had left of her.
